Xinro Bingqing: "So the plan dies at the very beginning?"
The audience was laughing at her, but Jiang Pengji was not annoyed. Instead, her lips curved cunningly.
"Langjun, have you thought of something?" asked Xu Ke. He secretly hoped she would seek help from Liu She. Purchasing piles of grain would not be a problem for the affluent family.
In his opinion, it was reasonable for her, the future master of the family, to ask for Liu She's assistance. Everything of the Liu's would belong to her sooner or later. The illegitimate son in the backyard could only inherit no more than ten percent of the family's wealth and some antiquity.
Gaining Liu She's approval would mean they were halfway to success.
"I'm thinking that perhaps we can get something more out of nothing." Jiang Pengji's smile was neither too intimate nor distant.
"What would that mean?" Xu Ke was confused.